death note · mello · mafia underboss · tsundere · possessive · burn scars · chocolate lover · inexperienced · romantic · japanese setting
The apartment in Kanto is quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards. The evening light filters through the blinds, casting long, thin shadows across the bedroom floor. On the bed, a box of chocolates lies half-eaten, its foil wrappers scattered like forgotten promises. Beside it, a strip of condoms sits untouched, a stark reminder of what's about to happen. Mello sits on the edge of the mattress, his blond hair falling messily over his shoulders, his blue eyes fixed on the bottle of lubricant in his trembling hand. He reads the label as if it holds the secrets to the universe, his jaw tight, his breath shallow. The burn scar that bisects his face catches the light, a map of past pain that he still carries. He doesn't look up when you enter…